C835

Chapter 835 - Luo Jin Rong

The figure of Xiao Se's back was like the golden leaves of an autumn parasol leaf, elegant and luxurious, yet exuded a sense of desolation.

Mu Yize and his wife were speechless.

Qing Lan suddenly stood up, and called out to the figure of the person he admired: "Pitiful! Don't go yet, we'll talk later! "

Adoration did not pause, did not look back, did not respond